Damn, Metal was a good dude - crazy as hell on a bike though. I still remember a movie clip he sent me with him and his buddy on bike. Wheelies in excess of 100 mph, shooting in and out of traffic, etc.. Hate to hear it, but unfortunately not unexpected. Sad

RIP Metalhead


I was so shocked when his wife told me she was saying she just wanted to wake up from this bad dream...

In memorandum in his honor what I knew of him, he grew blackberry bushes to make wine hehe his own home brew, loved photography, loved to travel, adored his girls, and yep loved speed on motorcycles and snowmobiles, I know he'd want me to to say this and Doom he always thought of you as a brother and a wing... where it all started for him.

Aye he sent me a few of his clips, and all I could think was "not in a million years would I try this". I actually didn't really start talkig to him until just after he got hurt on the snowmobile.

Tis a sadder place now

RIP Metal

-Rand'al Thor
Send our prayers to his family. Crying or Very sad

Not really known to me. Yet his passing brings home how transient this life is. Enjoy those around you and tell them you love them every day.

<S> Metalhead


Damn now this just sucks. I remember Metal from a long time ago, very cool dude. It's always sad to see someone pass and I hope his family is taking it the best that is to be expected. RIP bro.

. . . it's with tears in my eyes that I type this.

I remember meeting Metalhead in the servers. His mastery of the Madcat was my first glimpse into the thought that some people were designed with this game in mind.

I will never forget the first evening I was able to get on voice comms- it was not too long after getting my highspeed connection.

Metal was the most gruff-voiced, smoke-break takin', laughingest, cajolingest pilot I ever dealt with. He carried me through so many league games that I owe him most if not all of my ass.

I used to wonder what he was up to just about 3 seconds before he started piecemealing my mech out like such a cheap tincan at a yardsale; he was usually the guy with the tin snips.

He was seemingly unapproachable, and then he took me under his wing and started giving me his aspects of the game; positioning and repositioning under fire- at this he was a master. When pinned he could work his way to such an angle that you'd swear he was 2 mechs, and usually he'd take out the multiple mechs pinning him.

When the schism erupted I recall the feelings vivdly; Metal and several other pilots whom I idolized came with us, and it was that feeling of honor and awe that helped me to overcome the devastating loss of my only home in the Mechwarrior universe.

I also recall the bitter sting when things did not go as planned, and the subsequent failure of our seperatist movement. I have lost but still remember the several emails and IMs metal sent to me, telling me of his personal feelings.

He told me he felt like he was away from home, and while he loved playing with and organizing a new unit with us, WAR was his home.

And to his home; his family- Metalhead returned. I missed him then, and I am sure going to miss him more now.

I think, perhaps sometimes in my head, that I am a warrior poet- I fancy that, at least. But as I think of the kinds of people who would have been the inhabitants of this fanciful universe we all dabble in I cannot help but wonder.

I wonder if Collin's panache with the 'stick, if his penchant for excessive speed and risk would have led him to be a better pilot than the rest? If we HAD been "striding the earth in our machines of destruction" as the intro says- Would he have been the best of us? Could he have swaggered and boasted in the rec room after a real battle? Chain-smoking in the cockpit [to the tech's dismay as they went in after battle damage] gruffly claiming over the HPG that "he had it- these guys' asses were grass" and then proving it . . .

It seems to me he would. From the chain-smoking to the growling to all the rest- it seems to fit. He might have been the only one of us to really make the transition from pre-mecha to post-mecha humanity.

Since my personal poetry is lacking at this point I will fall back upon famous words; I'm damned sure Metalhead would have made fun of me for even THINKING about referring to him in this way, but then maybe that's my last hurrah. I will bet that he's having a great gravelly laugh in whatever cockpit he's aiming from right now.

High Flight [the Pilot's Creed]

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split

clouds,--and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless falls of air...

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue

I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew--

And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod

The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Godspeed, my brother. You will be missed.

my thanks to John Gillespie Magee for the use of his words

...(for once speechless)...

That was a very touching eulogy Saan. I've never been good at expressing myself at times like these. All I can say is that the world has lost a good man. My thoughts and prayers are with is family and loved ones. He will be sorely missed. Rest in peace my friend.

Requiescat in Pace
my friend, for your labours have ended.

My deepest sympathies and prayers to Metal's loved ones.

-Juan Rico
I've had a terrible day; my emotions all run all over the place with a woman I love but can no longer be with, and in my stupid stupid angst-ridden head I wish I didn't have to worry about things like that any more.

But then I come here and read what I wrote about metal and I thank god for the opportunity to still HAVE problems, and ask forgiveness for being so selfish as to complain while I still have breath.

I guess if nothing else a buddy and sometime mentor in the game has transitioned into a reminder that I can't spend my time on what-if's . . . I need to focus. . .

Dum Vivamus Vivamus.

While we live, let us live.

Enjoy your day, even when it rains.


We've all heard the old adage about "life being too short to be unhappy." As you age you know this to be absolutely true statement. I don't care what your situation, if you don't like what you're doing -- or who you're with, then you need to change that. Life is too short to be unhappy.

Part of Metal's legacy here is that we all knew he had fun doing the things he did in life. He had a wonderful family, great friends and good times. Sometimes the choices he made would raise your brow or send shivers down your spine, but there was no doubt that he was happy and lived life to the fullest.

So make the decisions that will bring you happiness, and never compromise your goals by submitting to situations or circumstances that hold you back. Remember, life is too short and you never know how long you have to enjoy it.


I really didn't know him well.... but judging by what was written at least he did what he enjoyed.... better cut short than dragged out unnecessarily.